The next day, at dawn.
Kant had finished his breakfast, packed his luggage and came to the intersection.
Manid was waiting for him.
Five Sarande riders in chain mail and linen robes were waiting, followed by 10 desert bandits in leather armor and holding spears, but their unruly appearance was caught by these Sarande riders. restrained.
This is the difference between the regular army and the bandits.
Although the desert bandits are not afraid of death, they still have to bow their heads in the face of the well-equipped and skilled Sarande riders.
Both are light cavalry, but serve very different purposes.
The role of the desert bandits is to use the mobility of the desert horse under the crotch to use short javelins to harass the enemy's infantry array, or to attack the enemy's supply line, causing a psychological blow to the enemy, rather than fighting frontally.
The thin leather armor on their bodies is not enough to sustain the brutal hand-to-hand combat after the charge.
Sarande riders are real assault cavalry, which can cause terrifying destruction to the enemy's front. Although they cannot compare with the Swadian heavy cavalry, which is equipped with both horses and horses, the effect is still powerful.
"Looks like you're all set."
Kant opened his mouth, looked at them and nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's leave early."
"Understood." Manid and the others responded.
"Bon voyage, my lord."
Fatis and the soldiers in the sentry oasis, as long as there is no important duty to stand guard, all came to see Kant off, even the more than 200 construction workers were reluctant to leave.
After all, Kant is the lord of the sentry oasis, and he is the stalwart existence in their hearts.
"good."
Kant waved his hand and rode forward.
Manid also shook the reins to keep up.
Five Sarande riders and ten desert robbers followed behind leisurely, but their eyes were watching the surrounding sand dunes vigilantly, always paying attention to any abnormalities.
As guards, they are much more serious than Luo Wen and the others who were in charge of escorting Kant when he came.
There was a sound of hooves.
Be led by a Sarande rider.
These tribesmen from the desert also have special experience in dealing with the Nalun Desert.
Going fast along the dunes.
"That's what it feels like."
Kant tightened the hood on his head, and the scorching sun that was approaching noon made him sweat profusely.
But this reminded Kant of the agony he felt when he came to the Nalun Desert when he just left the Stone Pass, and when he thought about the foundation he had created in the sentry oasis, all kinds of feelings came to his mind at this moment.
Starting a business is difficult, not to mention starting a business in a desert, it is like moving forward in a raging fire.
"My lord, it's almost noon, find a place to rest on the back of the sand dunes."
The Sarande rider who was leading the way reined in Sarande's horse, slowed down and came to Kant's side. Looking at the continuous sand sea in front of him, he dissuaded him: "Marching in the desert, you can't completely pursue speed."
"I understand the truth." Kant nodded, subconsciously licked his dry mouth, and said, "Listen to you, set up a tent and rest first."
"clear."
The Sarande rider who led the way was relieved, and continued to move forward, looking for a suitable sand dune.
Soon, they found a slightly larger sand dune, dismounted one after another when they came to the back, quickly unfolded the tents in the package, propped them up with spears, dug out cool sand pits, and formed a temporary camp.
Marching in the desert cannot simply pursue speed and distance.
Also keep your strength and hydration.
Those guys who don't know these truths have already turned into mummies in the desert, buried miserably in the sand layer without seeing the light of day, maybe when the storm hits and the sand dunes move, they can see the light of day again.
Replenish fresh water in time under the tent.
Lunch is also roughly settled with bread, dried meat and dates.
After resting for 2 hours, when the sun was not so hot, Kant led the team to move on.
According to the plan, they will arrive at Jianshi Pass within 3 days.
The whole cavalry is marching, and the speed is naturally fast.
If there are infantry following, plus the accompanying supply wagon, it will take 7 days.
Facing the scorching sun and continuing to move forward, Kant and the others were not slow, especially as the sun slanted to the west, the blazing heat brought by the sun became less and less, and they were like ducks in water.
Dusk is approaching.
It was getting dark.
The horses, which had trekked in the desert all afternoon, also snorted, with exhaustion in their eyes.
"Take a break for 2 hours."
Kant exhaled and raised his hand to signal to stop advancing: "Let the horse rest."
The teams behind them all stopped.
Manid, who was a businessman, lay on his horse and slowly got off the ground. After a day of bumps, his legs were quite sore, and he looked weird when he walked.
"Are you okay?" Kant asked, he valued his business operation very much.
Manid smiled bitterly: "It's okay."
"It's good to get used to it." Kant nodded, and thoughtfully said: "At night, put something under it."
"Thank you." Manid sighed softly, "I hope there will be no delay."
In reality, people who are not good at riding a military horse with a lot of bumps, or a long journey, may have their whole body torn apart, and even the inner thighs will have large blood pockets, making it impossible to walk at all.
Manid is a businessman, so he naturally doesn't have the riding skills that Fatis has trained since he was a child.
Not even Kant, the second son of a nobleman.
After all, swordsmanship, riding skills, and etiquette are all necessary in Kant's studies. Although the professor's scholars are perfunctory because he is the second son, he is much better than Manid, a pure businessman.
You know, when Manid first came to the sentry oasis, he was riding the docile Thomas.
Pitch tent, have dinner, rest.
The third one, and then continue to set off.
Although the night in the Nalun Desert is cold, it is bearable.
It was much better than the intense heat of the day, at least wrapping it tightly would be able to effectively resist the cold wave.
The team moves on.
The bright moonlight and the bright starry sky brought a strong light.
There are no clouds in the Nalun Desert, so it is very bright.
Kant was riding a horse, exhaling white mist from his mouth and nose, his whole body was already icy cold, and he didn't feel much warmth after swallowing, and the tiredness brought about by the late night had already welled up in his heart, feeling a little exhausted.
"It's not over yet."
He swallowed and looked at Manid and the cavalry behind him.
His thoughts gradually surfaced from the exhaustion of the trek. Seeing that the moon in the sky had reached the center, he asked, "Who knows, what time is it now?"
His voice was hoarse and a little weak.
This will happen after a long march, not to mention that they are still marching in the Nalun Desert, which consumes more energy.
"It's almost early morning." A Salander rider replied.
"Early morning." Kant took off his hood, exhaled the low-temperature condensed white mist, and said, "So, we have already traveled for a day and a night?"
"Almost half." The rider of Salander estimated, and then said.
Manid also nodded weakly and said: "Based on the distance, we have already walked more than half of the distance."
"Okay." Kant swallowed.
Closing his eyes slightly, his thoughts quickly connected to the system in his mind: "Is it possible to build a station and a well here?"
"Stays can be built, but water wells cannot be built." The system replied.
This answer made Kant frown: "Why can't we build a well?"
"The ground lacks water veins." The system replied simply.
Kant was slightly taken aback.
There is indeed such a rule in the construction requirements of water wells.
But looking at the vast sea of sand around him, stretching into stretches under the bright moonlight, he couldn't help but smile wryly: "How can there be groundwater in such a ghostly place?"
Manid and the others behind him were also silent.
Even Sarande riders and desert bandits, as races in the desert, cannot quickly locate groundwater in this cruel desert.
Locating groundwater is a profound knowledge, and it also requires luck.
The vast sea of sand is in pieces, want to find shallower groundwater
It's like finding a needle in a haystack!
But the system gave an answer: "There is an underground lake 3 miles ahead, and a well can be built."
At the same time, a little weirdness appeared on Kant's retina.
A light blue line spreads all the way to the south at the foot of Kant. It seems that this is where the system says that the bottom lake 3 miles away is located.
"let's go."
Kant swallowed and gave an order.
Of course he chose to trust the system.
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